The following conversation took place as my family and I were leaving my grandmother's apartment building on the last day of our recent visit to Winnipeg...
Son: Mommy, why are you crying?
Me: Oh, well... I am just going to miss Great-grandma because we are going home. I would really like to put her in my purse, but she won't fit and that makes me sad.
Son: Or you are upset because you are afraid that Great-grandma is going to die soon.
Me: Or it could be that.
Hmmmm... so much for protecting my kids from my sadness. For the record, the Son in this story is 7-years-old.
